About The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907 | View Entire Issue (June 18, 1887)
VOLUME XIII.—NUMBER 605. ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 1M*87. PRICE: $2.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE. m ■g s. large tract; of land are being bought up m my county, and also the counties adjoining. Tbree Michigan companies are at work buying up all the good timbered land they can find. One secured, the other day, in my county a tract of 20,000 acres. I tell you we have the best part of the State, as sure as you live, and from the inquiries and investigations going on there now by capital seeking investment, you’ll yet find the wealth and population of the moun tains outweigh any other section of the State. If the railroad goes through Harlan county, as it is likely to do, there isn’t a spot in the land offering greater inducements to men of means. I regard that county as the best of all, but the rest are not far behind it." Shaking Across the Bloody Chasm. SOUTHERN WAR SONGS. Poetic Echoes From the Dead Past. THE HYMN OP THE ALAMO. B. F. Potter’s battle lyric, the “Hymn of the Alamo,” is little known. Yet it is one of the most beautiful gems of Southern litera ture. The author belonged to the United States army, and resided in Texas. He was inspired by the heroic defense of the San Antonio fort of the Alamo, and made in 18:10 by one hun dred and forty Texans under Cols. Travis, Crocket and Bowie, against two thousand Mex icans and five full batteries under Gens. Santa Anna and Almonte. The Texans withstood for several days “the fiery rush of shell,’’ and then resisted assaults until their Spartan band was reduced to six men, who were butchered within the fort. It will be remembered that the body of Col. Crocket was found in one of the rooms of Al amo, surrounded by the many Mexicans he had killed in his last desperate fight. The Alamo building was many years ago re modeled for the use of the United States army as a depot: “K'se, man the w»'l—iur clarion’s blast Now sounds Its final reveille— This dawning morn must be the last Our fated band shall ever see. To life, but not to hope—farewell I Ton trumpet’, clang and cannon’s peal. And storming sbout and clashing steel, Are oars—but not our country's knell— We ] >y In Spartan death. ’Tis no despairing strife— We fall—we ole—but our expiring breath la Freedom’s breath of life I “Here, on this new Thermopy’se, Oar monument sball tower mgn; Aud ‘Alamo!’ hereafter be Ou bloodier field the battle cry!” Thus Travis from the ramparts cried; And whei his warriors saw ibe toe Like wbelmDlng billows move below, At once each d-untless heart replied: “Welcome tbe Spartan’s death— ’Tis no despairing strife— We fall—wedle-but our expiring breath Is Freedom’s breath of life!” They come—like antnmr’s leaves they fall, Yet hordes on bordes they onward rash; With gory tramp tbev mount the wall, Tilt numbers tbe defenders cru9b— TUI falls their 11 ig, wben none remain I Well may tne victors quake to tell How Travis and bis hundred feU Amid a thousand foemen slain I They died tbe Spartan's death— Hut not m boneless strife; Like brothers died; and tbelr expiring breath Was Freedom's breath of life. Old Hickory’s Way. Gen. Judge Jackson, Acting as Bai liff, Arrests a Desperado. X Courier- Journal. ] Judge Isaac J. Faubes, the County Attorney, and a very prominent citizen of Jackson coun ty, is in the city to-day. In a conversation with him about his end of the State, he said : “The Democratic party is constantly increas ing in the mountains. During and right after the war the Cash Clay spirit took hold of the people, but that is gradually disappearing. I voted for Martin Van Buren when there were out eight Democrats in the county. Now, out of a total of about 1,300 votes, the Republican party has only one hundred majority. Gen. Buckner and the ticket will receive the full strength of the party. There is no doubt of that. Speaking of my county suggests that I had the honor of naming it. I was not a mem ber of the Legislature, but the members came to me, and when I proposed the name of Jack- son, from Old Hickoiy, as the name of the county, and McKee, from Maj. Win. R. Mc Kee, who fell at Buena Vista, as tbe name of the county seat, it took like a prairie fire and swept through the Assembly with a red-hot enthusiasm. You see I knew Old Hickory personally. My father served under him at New Orleans in 1814, when my eyes were first opened at Jonesboro, East Tennessee. I’ve seen the bushes, many a time, behind which Russell Bean concealed himself when Jackson compelled him to answer the summons of the court. Bean did not like the appearance of his newly-born child, which he said did not belong to him, and in his anger he took a knife and slit its ear. lie was indicted by the Grand Jury and a warrant issued for his arrest. Gen. Jatkson was Judge, then, of that district; and when the Sheriff reported that he could not arrest the prisoner unless he killed him in the attempt, the Judge said: ‘You haven’t summoned the right kind of men to your aid.’ ‘Your Honor,’ said the Sheriff jocularly, ‘I summon you.’ The Judge got off the beuch without saying another word, went home and buckled on his pistols and proceeded alone to a little hill, where Bean was biding. He called Bean and told him he must obey the law. Bean said: ‘Go way, General, I don’t want to hurt you.’ ‘Deliver yourself up to me at once,’ said the General. Bean said he would not, when bang went the pistol. The bail passed through Bean’s whiskers and grazed his cheek and the scalp, just above the ear. He cried out quick ly: ‘Don’t shoot again, General, I’m coming.’ lie was marched to the jail by the General as a special bailiff, who, when he had turned the prisoner over to the jailor, got on the bench and opened court to try the case. Subse quently the prisoner wn convicted, and as we had no penitentiary in Tennessee at that time, he was ordered to be branded in the right hand with the letter ‘M.’ As soon as the branding-iron was applied and released, and while the steam was still arising from the burnt flesh, the prisoner put his hand to his mouth and bit out a large mouthful of the flesh, and said, ‘There, now, take your brand.’ “I knew Andy Johnson and Parson Brown- low quite well. The Parson used to come to meeting, and after taking off his pistols, preach a fearful sermon on the evil doings of mankind. I recollect a prominent citizen named Rubel once saw the pistol and ordered Browulow removed from the pulpit, saying: ‘Take him away. He comes with the imple ments of hell to preach the gospel of Christ.’ In those days it was thought a terrible thing to find a pistol on a man, unless he was a sol dier or officer of some kind. “By the way, I can say as a pointer that Clay and the Massachusetts’Delega tion. It was in the ro'e of the compromiser that Clay appeared to the greatest advantage com bating the extremists of the North and the ex tremists of the South, and the organization of the Territories acquired by the Mexican war, Congress sat uninterruptedly from the first Monday of December, 1849, to September 30, 1850, gave him an opportunity to display his talents in that regard, trying to find some satisfactory middle ground for adjustment. A stranger at times would have thought he was at war with the whole Senate, there being no one take his part. But he never lost his courage nor his hope. After one of his days of severe conflict, he took his seat at tbe dinner table without saying a word to any of us. Senator Berrien said: “Mr. Clay, why don’t you speak? Are you angry at everybody?’’ “That’s just it,” said Mr. Clay. “I can not say that I am angry at any one in particular. I think I am angry at every one. Here is our country upon the very verge of civil war, which every one pretends to be anxious to avoid, yet every one wants his own way, irre spective of tbe interests and wishes of others. And when I sat down to the table the thought struck me that around me were gathered men representing difierent extremes, who had influ ence enough to settle the entire matter. Come, gentlemen, go to my parlor after dinner and let me lock you all in, and I, remaining out side, will agree to present any plan of concilia tion that you may agree upon, to the Senate and advocate it. Here is Judge Conrad, of New Orleans, Judge Berrien, of Georgia, Wentworth, from Chicago,” and so he went on namirg us all as his special committee. But we did not meet. About this time a com mittee of the prominent citizens of Boston, in terested in manufacturing, met him in the pub lic parlor and solicited his aid in securing more favorable legislation upon the tariff. Before a large number of people he broke out in this way: “Don’t talk to me about tariff when it is doubtful whether we have any country. Go and see your Massachusetts delegation and urge them to lay aside their sectional jealous ies, to cease exasperating the South, and to cultivate a spirit of peace. Save your country, and then talk abaft your tariff.” The Boston gentlemen were shocked. They did not expect such a reception, and were bold to say so to some of Mr. Clay’s best friends. The next day, as he entered the dining-room, he saw them sitting at a table by themselves, and, taking a seat by them, he thus spoke: “I feel greatly encouraged in this day’s pro ceedings. We have had several favorable test votes, and it looks as if we had all the extrem ists at bay. Stay a few days and mollify some of the fanatics in your Massachusetts delega tion. But, if you must go, leave all your pa pers in my parlor, and use it as your head quarters to write out what you desire of me. Let this trouble once be settled and your in dustries shall be brought to the most prosper ous condition.” Then the Boston eentlemen received a shock of another kind, and you could hear them say ing: “Was there ever such another man? With what zea! does he advocate every cause he em braces?”—Long John Wentworth’s Lecture. O’Connell’s Eloquence and Courage. O’Connell owed it to his eloquence. I do not think I should exaggerate if I said that God, since he made Demosthenes, never made a man so fit for the great work as he did O’Connell. You may think I am partial to my hero, very naturally. But John Randolph, of Roanoke, who hated an Irishman almost as much as he did a Yankee, when he got to Lon don and heard O’Connell, the old slaveholder held up his hands and said: “This is the man, those are the lips, the most eloquent that speak English in my days.” And I think he was right. [Applause.] Webster could ad dress a bench of judges; Everett could charm a college; Choate could delude a jury; Clay could magnetize a Senate; Tom Corwin could hold the mob in his right hand; but no one of them could do more than that one thing. The wonder of O’Connell was that he could out talk Corwin, he could charm a college better than Everett; delude a jury better than a Cho ate, and leave Clay himself far behind in mag netizing a Senate. I have heard all the ma jestic orators of America, who are singularly famed on the world’s circumference. I know what was the majesty of Webster; I know what it was to melt under the magnetism of Henry Clay; I have seen eloquence in the iron logic of Calhoun; but all three together never surpassed, and no one of them ever equaled, the great Irishman. [Applause ] In the first place he had—what is half the power with a popular orator—a majestic presence. God put that royal soul into a body as royal He had, in early youth, the brow of Jove or Jupiter, and the statue of Apollo; a little O’Connell would have been fio O'Connell at all. [Laugh ter] Syduey Smith said oE Lord John Rus sell’s five feet, when he went down to York shire, after the reform bill had been carried, the stalwart hunters of Y'orkshire said: That little shrimp!—What, he carry the reform bill? No, no, said Sydney; no, he was a large man, but the labors of tlie bill shrunk him. [Re newed laughter.] Do you remember the story of Webster that Russell Lowell tells, when we, in Massachusetts, were about to break up the Whig party? Webster came home to Faneuil Hall to protest, and four thousand Whigs went to meet him. He lifted up that majestic pres ence before the sea of human faces, his brow charged with thunder, and he said: “I am a Whig—a Massachusetts Whig—a Revolution ary Whig—a Constitutional Whig—a Faneuil Hall Whig. And if you break up the Whig party, where am I to go?” And Russell Low- ell says: “We held our breaths, thinking where ha could go.” [Laughter.] “But if he had been five feet five,” said Lowell, “we would have said, ‘Well, hang it, who cares where you go?’ ” [Renewed Laughter.] Well, O’Connell had all tfiat. Then he had beside what Webster never had and what Clay had— the magnetism and grace that melts a million souls into his.—Wendell Phillips’ Address. ANNOUNCING TO ABRAHAM THE BIRTH OF HIS SON. The Birth of Isaac. The Promise of God Fulfilled. Abram, (a high father,) or, as he was after ward named by God, A braham, (father of a great multitude) was born 2,008 years before the Christian era, at Ur, a city of Chaldea. The first rudiments of astronomy as a science is traced to this region, as, also, the earlier forms of idolatry, worship of the hosts of heaven, began to prevail. The family of Abra ham was idolatrous, for “his fathers worship ped other gods before the flood.” Abraham, however, is believed to have been a worshiper of the true God before his call. In Genesis xii—1—3, we read: “Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred and thy lather's house unto a lard that I will^show thee; and I w 11 make thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing: I will bless them that bless thee, and curse them that curseth thee; and in thee shall all familes of the earth be blessed." Here we have the “call,” and here also the “promise.” Here we have the beginning of that life of trust and faith in God now univer sally held out as the bright example for all to emulate who profess to be the followers of our Lord aud Savior. Notwithstanding the advanced age of Abra ham and Sarah, and the apparent impossibility from a purely human standpoint of their hav ing any issue, the faith of Abraham kept him steadfast. He left and “Went out, not know ing whither he went,” accompanied by Terah, his father; Nabor, his brother, and Lot, his nephew. Here Terah died, and Abraham and Lot journeyed toward Canaan, stopping a sea son at various places, always raising an altar dedicated to the God he worshipped. At He bron, Genesis xv.-5, God said to Abram, “Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars if thou be able to number them; and he said unto him, So shall thy seed be. And he be lieved in the Lord; and he counted it to him for righteousness.” Again, Genesis xvii.-19: "And God said, Sarah thy wife shall bear thee a son, indeed; aDd thou shall call his name Isaac.” And again, while still at Hebron, and just before the destruction of Sodom, Genesis xviii.-lO, the promise is repeated The next stage brings us to the fulfillment of the prom ise, which our artist has attempted faithfully to present in the above illustration. “And Abraham was an hundred years old when his son Isaac was born unto him. And Sarah said, God hath made me to laugh, so that all that hear shall laugh with me. And she said, Who would have said uuto Abraham that Sa rah should have given children sues? for I have borne hi n a son in his old age. Genesis xxi-5,6,7: “Trust in the Lord with ail thine heart.” For tbe Sunny South FLEET AND FAITHFUL. [KY LUTHER RIGGS ] Tbe lnveta.it will surest decay, me love tnat will soonest away, Comes of wooing and coaxlug tr-iay— Comes wltb frolic and laugnter and play; Sucn the love Is that will soont st die; Now tearful, and now with a sigh, It perplexes with aquesilonof doubt; Wph a vagueness it wraps yon about; Now Insolent, and now bowed In sorrow— it thwarts and It crosses tc-morrow— Such tne love tbat will surest decay, Such the love tbat will soonest away; ’Tis the love of soft eyes And of petulant sighs— ’Tis the love of a day. Bat the love that is surest to last— Tne love that forever stands fast— Uniting the future and past, Withstanding adversity’s blast. Is rewarded in tbe things It may do; Bach the love that Is steadfast aud true, Such the love I wculd have me to woo, Such tbe love I bespeak e’er fur you, Such the love ever fresh, ever new. And mellowed by tenderness through; liver resiful, and quiet, and calm; Ever watchful, aud brooding above; Providing for each wound a balm, Oa, sweet Is tbe essence of love; It pervades every breath, It endures unto death, And ever the heart It will move. Nacoochee and Sautee. These two beautiful valleys, environed by some of the most grand and picturesque scen ery in the world, are associated with a very thrilling legend, which we find related by Mr. G. W. Williams, of Charleston, in a little vol ume entitled “Nacoochee and its Surround ings.” In Indian parlance, Nacoochee means “Evening Star.” The writer thus tells the story: Tradition has it, that Nacoochee, the "Even ing Star,” was the only daughter of a noted Cherokee chief She possessed remarkable beauty and grace of manners. This lovely maid of the valley was wooed by many a gal lant youth, but ULfortunately was won by a brave young warrior of the Choctaw Nation, a peop : e at that time b.tter enemies of the Cherokees, and frequently engaged in fierce warfare with them. One dark ,?igbr. Nac,o r Ai eedisappeared from her vine-clad wigwam; she had eloped with Sautee, son of a Choctaw chief. The father of Nacoochee summoned a hundred stout warri ors to go in pursuit of his erring daughter. The valleys and mountains echoed the terrific war-whoup, as they were searching every hill and dale. Days and nights passed, but Sautee and the bright-eyed Indian girl codld nowhere be found. The enraged father refused to eat or sleep. He believed the lover had sought refuge under the Great Bear (Yonah) of the valley. Re newed and more diligent search was made. Sautee had selected a bridal chamber for his young princess (which was amply supplied with venison and wild turkey), amid the rocky fastnesses of Mount Yonah. He regarded the rugged cliffs rising in their native grandeur around him as secure from the intrusion of friend or foe. Nacoochee’s new Lome must have been a second Eden. Before her stood out a world of mountains, rising one above another until their lofty peaks were lost in the blue sky, while at her feet nestled the lovely valleys of Nacoochee and Sautee, covered with fragrant fljwering trees, and brilliant rhodo dendrons and azaleas. From the crevices in her granite palace gushed forth pure, perenni al streams, which are joined by a thousand mountain springs that constitute the head-wa teri. of the picturesque Chattahoochee River, and which, like the rivers that ran out of the Garden of Eden, abound in gold. The cries of the wolf and night-hawk dis turbed not the slumbers of the youthful lovers. But Nacoochee and Sautee could no more successfully conceal themselves from the revengeful warriors, than could Adam and Eve hide from the presence of the Father of the great human family, after having listened to the beguiling serpent and eaten of the for bidden fruit. A savage shout of victory an nounced the capture cf the foe who had dared rob the old chief of his daughter. Hasty judg ment was pronounced; Sautee was .o be thrown, in the presence of Nacoochee, from the highest precipice of Mount Yonah. Before the sentence was executed, the warriors en gaged in a death song and a war dance around the strongly guarded prisoner. This was kept up until the setting sun dropped behind the western mountain, and the evening star was looking upon the tragic scene. At a signal from the old chief, four strong warriors seized Sautee, and with one terrific yell hurled him headlong into the deep chasm beneath. Quick as thought, Nacoochee sprang from the strong embrace of her father, and, For Sunny South. SUMMER WIND’S SOLO. BY MBS. M. LOUISE CROSSBY. I come from the genny oreatb’ng Sinth, The land of [he orange and tue vine. W‘ ere the skle9 are fair as are .ms ot Eld, And the glow wormr brightly stun . Where fire flies fl tab like j»rs of fl ime, Through me myrtle ano ] tsmlue white, And tbe sea’s wild sobs are softly hashed Beneath the moon’s pale light. M; serial boat sails sllentlv on w Hb fragrant ballast of flowers, That I gathered and srorea as I floated by Tne flira’-iaden bowers. Tne tasstled pines at my light approach, Waved gracr fully to and fro, And sang a low. sweet overture To the summer wind’s soft blow. I breathed on the pagaD fliwer of love And It blnsred wltb shy delight, And opened Its lovely crimson 1 p3 To the kiss ot dew-drops bright That crowned tbe rose and ner sister flowers In the ah-<towyi starlit ova, With gems more fair than royal wealth In royal robes can weave. And then I caressed the brook's soft breast, kndhsang and 1- ugbec in glee, ’Till tbe naiads all came thronging about, And danced to its melody. But soon I was gone to wander amoDg Tbe hills, and oyer the plalD, And scatter the ] ssamlne’s pendant blooms, In a shower ot golden rain. In a lovely cot that was brightly hnng With roses so white and meek, A bale young girl lay on her low conch Wltb a red spot on each cheek. Sottly I touched the sad, closed eyes, And lifted her tresses so fair, Aud a taint smile s'lrred tne pathetic lips, as she blessed tne pure summer air. I gilded among the fields far away Beyond the tall mountain and lea. And the emerald grain tossed to and fro, Like the waves of a restless sea. And quickly the peasant lifted his face All reeking with toll and heat To catch the coo. kiss I left on his brow, As he turned my coming to greet. O i, on, I came to the city’s broad glare, And swipe over spires and domes, That flashed In the golden light of the snn, An* towered o’er palace-like homes. The fl .gs on their heights then proadlynnfarled, A .a waved like bougos of the trees, Wuile latticed windows were gladly thrown wide To admit the soft summer bretze. Bat again I’m away and far s field, Away so joyous and free. To woo the wild-rose where the mock-bird sings— Tbe cool green woods are dearest to me; For there I can revel and sport at my will, And break tb« calm < f lotus hours, Ou sink In the dole far ti 1 en1e I ADd In the Aldenn of olrds ana flowers. Grant and Pemberton. When Gen. Grant called on Gen. Pemberton after the surrender, he wore a plain suit of blue flannel with nothing to distinguish his rank but two stars on each of his shoulder- straps. Gan. Pemberton received him coldly and did not even offer him a seat, although after a few moments one of his staff officers arose and handed his chair to Gen. Grant, who took it, but in a few moments, feeling thirsty, he asked for a glass of water. No one offered to get it or ordered a servant to do so, but he was calmly told that he would find some in the next room. Going there he came across a ne gro servant who brought him a glass of water. He then returned to the piazza and found that his seat had been taken in his absence. He again stood and conversed for nearly one-half hour with his captives. Gen. Grant next vis- shouting, “Sautee! Sautee!” threw herself jted the flag ship of Commodore Porter, where Mrs. Hopkins has endowed a chair of Men tal and Moral Philosophy at Mills College, Cal ifornia, in honor of Mark Hopkins, the vener able ex-president of Williams College. The endowment fund is §50,000. The Rev. Dr. Stratton, the new president of Mills College, will fill the chair. Li Hung Chang, the Chinese statesman, Baid to a missionary: “I have read the Bible. I know all you Christian nations preach the gol den rule of ‘Do unto others as you would be done by,’ but none of you live up to it. The Americans come nearest to living up to it, however.” It is reported that Thomas Nichols, who was at one time private secretary to President Garfield, is attempting to form a company for the construction of a tricycle railroad. The cars aie to be forty-six inches wide and are to run on a single track suspended above exist ing railroad tracks. Mr. Nichols claims tbat a speed of 220 miles an hour can be thus at tained, and that the journey from New York to San Francisco can be made in a day. It is stated that the library of the late Leop old Yon Ranke, historian, has been sold to an American college. Dr. Hartwig finds that the most important manuscript left by Von Ranke consists of a copious diary or book of maxims of the government, what Von Ranke prepared for King Maximilian of Bavaria. In school statistics this country heats the world. The last report of the National Bureau of Education places the total school population of the thirty-eight States at 16,863,205 and that of the territories at 306,126. The total income for public schools in all the States and territories, except Kentucky, is §113,521,395. from the over-hangiDg precipice. Their man gled remains were found side by side in the valley. The terrible shock well nigh broke the heart of the aged father. He directed that Nacoochee and Sautee should be buried on the banks of fee Chattahoochee in one grave, and a mound raised over them to mark the spot. This has been planted in vines and blue grass. The cypress, ivy and rhondodendron, cover the grave of Nacoochee and Sautee. The valleys of Nacoochee and Sautee, which unite just below the residence of Col. E. P. Williams, weie named to perpetuate the mem ories of the young Cherokee girl and her Choc taw lover. he was received with salutes, music and rous ing cheers. He Was a Gentleman. Some amusing stories are told of the wit and wisdom of Londen school children. A class of bnys in a boarc icg school was being examine! orally in Scripture. Tbe history of Moses hal for si me time been a special study, and one cf the examiners asked. “ What would you say of the general character of Moses?” “He was meek,” said one boy. “Brave,” said another. “Learned,” added a third boy. “Please, sir,” piped forth a pale-faced, neatly dressed lad, “he was a gentleman.” “A gentleman?” asked the examiner. “Hoir do’you make that out?” The boy promptly replied in the same this; nervous voice, “Please, sir, when the dang* ters of Jethro went to tbe well to draw water, the shepherds came and drove them away; ard Moses helped the daughters cf Jethro, and sad to the shepherds, “Ladies first, please, gentle men.” Heavy machinery is run by artesian wdl power in many parts of France, and the exper ience of the French shows that the deeper tbe well the greater the pressure and the higher the temperature. At Grenelle a well sunk to tbe depth of 1802 feet, and flowing daily 500,0(9 gallons, has a pressure ot sixty pouncs to tbe square inch, and the water from this well is so hot that it is used for heating the hospitals in the vicinity. Sam Ward and His Mileage. Mr. Sam Ward began to operate in the lobby at Washington towards the close of the war. He was a short, compactly built, round-headed g mtleman, well educated, with an inexhausti ble fund of anecdote, and great gastronomic knowledge, which enabled him to give mar vellously good dinners. Besides all this, he was a “good witness,” and consequently a re liable friend. He said of himself, just after being examined by Gen. Butler during tbe Andy Johnson impeachment investigation, that he had “been before that d—d strabismal inquisition, and that his evidence wasn’t worth half his mileage.” It should be known that his mileage was twenty cents, ten cents per mile each way from Willard's to the Capitol, and that, as his street-car fare only cost him twelve, he sent eight cents to the treasury as conscience money. £ The Marshal Soult Medal When Marshal Soult, Duke of Dalmatia, visited England as Ambassador Extraordinary, he was taken to the Mint, where it was propos ed to show him the process of coining. The first stroke of the lever produced a large med al in gold, eight inches in diameter, represent ing admirably the Marshal in uniform. The Master of the Mint begged bis acceptance of it. To obtain that surprising result, which so much astonished the Marshal, the director of the es tablishment had taken the precaution to send to Paris, several months before, a very clever engraver, who collected all the medals, engrav ings, and drawings reproducing the features of the Marshal. The use made of the medal was curious. The Duchess had it made into a small table, which was constantly at the side of her arm-chair. The gold piece was in the center, imbedded in blue velvet, and surrounded with others of the same material, but smaller in size, which had been struck to commemorate the battles in which the Marshal had taken part. The whoie was covered over with a glass 6et in a gold rim. WASHINGTON CITY. Reminiscences of Distin guished Public Men. Incidents Which Have Transpired at the National Capitol. PERSONAL MENTION. By BEN. PERLY POORE. No. 189. Clay, Crittenden, Corwin, Stephens wfnthrop and Adams. When I was at Washington in 1844, as the correspondent of that staunch old Whig paper, the Boston Atlas, I was invited by Col. Seaton of the National Intelligencer to attend his annu al supper to the Whig congressmen. He also gave one to the Democrats, and there were enough recipients of his hospitality in each house to secure a frequent appropriation for the “Annals and Debates.” The old National Intelligencer was a very high-toned paper, but its editors managed to obtain a good many ap propriations for ingenious combinations of printers’ ink and paper. Col. Seaton then resided in the house in which he passed the closing years of his life, on E street, opposite to the present general post office. It has within a few years been transformed into a lager-beer saloon, where burly Teutons imbibe their favorite tipples and eat pretzels. Col. Seaton, who received his guests with the courtly grace so seldom wit nessed now-a-days, was a tall, well-made and rather good looking man. He commanded the Washington Light Infantry Corps when John Quincy Adams was President, and always re tained his martial air. After saluting the host, nearly every one who entered paid their respects to ex-President Adams, who sat on tbe sofa at one end of the room, his form slightly bowed by time, hut his eyes nowise dimmed, a calm seriousness, not devoid of melancholy, in his expression, and a profundity of thought graven upon his brow, It was his last appearance at any social gath ering, as three days afterward he fell at his post as a representative of Massachusetts, and never left the Capitol alive. “The pitcher was broken at the fountain,” and the “old man eloquent” was mourned, not merely with cold praises and ceremonious homages, but with that love which speaks in the still, sad music of humanity. Mr. Adams was in excellent spirits that night, and he narrated, while I was near him, some interesting reminiscences of his residence in Europe when he was a young man. At the other end of the room Henry Clay was the centre of a group of admirers, who all hoped to see him President before he died, although he was then upward of three score and ten years of age. He still retained his sun-'.y smile and his magnetic manners which Mr. Blaine appears to have inherited. Mr. Clay was not then in the Sonale, although he returned to that body afterward. Mr. Crittenden, of Kentucky, was there, so was that jovial humorist, Tom Corwin, of Ohio, and then there was John P. Hale, of New Hampshire, who had just begun his glorious championship of free soil and fiee speech, and from whom the assaults and sneers of the Bourbon senators would roll in debate like Hnsket balls from the hide of a rhinoceros. Mr. Speaker Winthrop, that perfect gentle man, accomplished statesman and able presid ing officer, was present, with a large majority of the intelligence of the House of Representa tives. One of them was Mr. A. H. Stephens, of Georgia, then so emaciated and fragile in appearance that death seemed to have claimed him. Commodore Stockton and Gen. Jones represented the two arms of national defence. Chester Harding, the “Magnus Apollo” of American art, scanned the groups with painter’s eye, and the talented Healey, recent ly from the court of France, paid his respects to the master minds with Parisian courtesy. To keep all straight we had Nathan Sargent, then the sergeant-at-arms of the House, and th6 writer of letters signed “Oliver Oldschool.” There was the quiet Mr. Brooks, “E. B.” of the New York Express, who went from the Whig party into Knownothingism, and is now a rampant Democrat; the witty Charles March, and “Richelieu” Robinson, of the New York Tribune, who was afterwards a representative to Congress. An old-fashioned Virginia supper was the crowning glory of the evening. There was a saddle of venison at one end of the table, a constantly replenished dish of canvas-backs at the other, and a profusion of terrapin, salads and oysters midway, with home-made pickles and delibions corn bread. It was a banquet that cast the French creations of these days far into the (hade. What the People Are Doing and Saying. Canon Wilberforce is talking temperance to crowded churches in Canada. Emperor Francis Joseph has sent §5,000 for the relief of the victims of the fires in Hunga ry- Prof. Samuel P. Snow, of Atlanta, has ac cepted the chair of music in the Ro ne Female College. Queen Margaret, of Italy, has established an asylum for the blind in the Baths of Diocletian at Rome. Edouard Dupont, director of the Belgian Royal Museum of Natural History, well known as a geologist, starts shortly for the Congo. The proposed monument to General R. E. Lee at Richmond, Va., will not be begun until fall, the corner stone will probably be laid in October. Prince Albert Victor, eldest son of the Prince of Wales, will go to Dublin on Juue 27 as the Queen’s representative at the jubilee celebra tion there. Crant Beseig’ng Vicksburg. When Gen. Grant was tediously beseiging Vicksburg, and had made two unsuccessful assaults, President Lincoln at one time con templated superceding him by Gen. Banks. Indeed, it has been asserted that Gen. Banks was sent from Washington with the order plac ing him in command, in his pocket, but that he purposly loitered on the way until the stronghold fell. Meanwhile Grant’s persistent courage had never failed him, and he seemed calm and undisturbed. He had an almost im pregnable fortress containing a hostile army in bis front, and another army at his rear com manded by one of the ablest generals in the Confederate service. The approaches made under the direction of his engineers were slow. Two assaults had been repelled with great loss, and his own men began to grow sick and weary under the protracted exposures in the trenches at that season of the year; hut his confidence of success remained undiminished, nor did his energy ever flog. One day, while making the circuit of his lines, he met a wo man devoted to the Confederate cause, who asked him how long he expected to remain be fore Vicksburg. “I do not know, ir adam, how long I shall have to wait,” he replied, “but I shall stay here until I take the town, if it takes me thirty years.” After the surrender Lin coln wrote Gen. Grant, a manly letter, stating why he had doubts as to his success, and saying, in conclusion, “I now wish to make a personal acknowledgment that you were right and I was wrong.” Garfield’s Pants “Out at the Knees.” The people of the Western Reserve all re garded Gen. Garfield as a man destined by Providence to attain a high position, and they seemed to regard his nomination as his by right and not by favor. The sheriff of Ashtabula county, when on a train which carried the nominee lo his home at Mentor, told a story of Garfield when he was a humble country pedagogue, having in his wardrobe but one pair of pantaloons, which had been worn very thin. He was invited to a country party, but the night before it came off he split one of the knees of his pants, and he felt terribly bad over the accident, as he had no money to buy him a new pair, and he was very desirous of attending the festivity. “You go to bed,” said the mother of his pupil, “and send your pants to me by John and I’ll see if I can’t mend them for you, Mr. Garfield.’’ The teacher did as desired and the next morning he found his pantaloons at the foot of his bed, with the damaged knee so neatly repaired that it was hard to tell that it had ever been torn. The teacher was profuse in his thanks, but the good woman cut him off with, “Never mind Mr. Garfield, when you’re a member of the Legislature or Congress no one will ask you what kind of pants or how many of ’em you had when you taught sohool up here on the Reserve.” James Lafayette, son of a first cousin of Marquis Lafayette, of Revolutionary memory, died last week in an almshouse, in Illinois, aged 101 years. Sir George Philippo, Chief Justice of Hong Kong, and Lady Philippo, are now in this country on their way home to England on a leave of absence. Hon. Jefferson Davis has accepted an invita tion to address the literary societies of Ran dolph Macon College, Virginia, at the ap proaching commencement. Jenny Lind is honored in Sweden not only for her fame as a singer, but also for the noble educational institution which she has founded in her native Stockholm. Gen. Comly, of the Toledo Commercial, who spent several years in Honolulu, says that the name Kapiolani signifies in the Hawaiian tongue “The Rose of Heaven.” The Duke of Newcastle, who was a visitor in Philadelphia a year or two ago, is paying marked attention to an American girl to whom he was introduced by Mr. Phelps. An autograph manuscript of Napoleon I, being a fragment of the history of Corsica, which he wrote in 1790, has just been sold at Paris for §1,100. It was bought by an English man. Miss Clara Foltz, known to fame as the lady lawyer of the Pacific coast, has become editor of the San D:ego (Cal.) Duly Bee, and has perceptibly sharpened up the sting of that busy little insect. Mrs. Margaret J. Preston is not blind. She has overtaxed her eyes, and now does her lit erary work through an amanuensis; hut she still retains her sight and appears to be in no danger of losing it. The Ladies’ Memorial Association of Athens are preparing to raise the money for the Cobb monument. It is proposed to erect a monu ment to Gens. Howell and T. R. R. Cobb at some suitable place in that city. About five thousand German-AmericaLS, war-veterans, have recently unveiled a monu ment of marble and granite, in St. Boniface Cemetery, Chicago, to perpetuate the heroic deeds of German-American soldiers. Dr. Henry D Cogswell, the San Francisco millionaire, has given §1,000,000 for the en dowment of a school in San Francisco, where trades wil be taught to any girl or boy who is qualified to be admitted as a student. Mr. Bell, owner of the Thistle, says all he and his friends want is that the best yacht should win. He feels certain that he will re ceive fair play in America, and if he fails to win it will simply be because he is unable. It is currently reported that the widow of the late Alexander Mitchell, of Milwaukee, will contest his will. It gave her $200,000 in bonds, the homestead free of taxes or assessments during her life, and an annuity of §50,000. Miss Jennie Hopper, a well-known Pitts burg society belle and the daughter of a prom inent lumber dealer in that city, has become a member of the order of the Little Sisters of the Poor, whose headquarters are in France. Since the adjournment of Congress Senator Ridilebcrger, of Virginia, has devoted his time entirely to his newspaper and law practice. In less than six months he has acted as senior counsel in six important cases and gained every one of them. Benjamin F. Butler has been giving advice to the students of the Boston University Law School. One of the most characteristic of his remarks ran as follows: “Make a bargain about your fees, and be sure to do this early and get your pay early.” One of the last acts performed by Ben: Per- ley Poore before he was stricsen down was on the recent birthday of George W. Childs. Mr. Poore went to the government printing office and set his 1,000 ems for the Childs’ fund like the rest of the printers. Queen Kapiolani, on her arrival in Liverpool, was received with a royal salute. She will reach London on Monday, and will, doubtless, contest with Buffalo Bill for the honor of being the popular favorite. Loudon is overrun this year with celebrities from this side of the At lantic. An autograph letter of John Wesley, which has just been sold in London, contains this sentence: “For natural sweetness of temper, for courtesy and hospitality, I have never seen any people like the Irish.” The New York Herald naively remarks that the Tory ministry did not put in a bid for this letter. Congressman McAdoo, of New Jersey, is reported to have said that Mr. R andall will not be a candidate for Speaker of tbe House, and Mr. Carlisle will be re-elected; that the tariff can be reduced if the Speaker wiil form the ways and means committee by the exclu sion of “extremists,” on both sides. The London correspondent of the New York Times, who is usually well informed, writes: “Lord Tennyson’s health, it is rumored, is fast breaking up, and already inner literary circles are passing the whisper that Swin burne’s recent Tory outbursts mean that he is pushing himself as a candidate for the lau- reateship. A few years ago Joseph Brown was the May or of St. Louis, rich and ambitious to enter the United States Senate. A local newspaper now records the fact that Mr. Brown has just ac cepted a small municipal office worth §1.800 a year. He is referred to as a “Political Back Number.” Such are the mutations in a large river town. Some of the country seats near Washington are very beautiful. Secretary Whitney’s “Grasslands” cost him §30,000, and he has spent §20,000 more in fitting it up in princely style. Among those who own handsome pla ces outside of Washington are Senator Camer on, Adjt. Gen. Drum, Ex-Secretary McCulloch, Geu. Beale aud many others. A dispatch from Chihuahua, Mexico, May 29:h, says that ex-Gov. Shepherd recently met with a severe accident while riding on horse back through one of the tunnels. His horse becoming suddenly frightened at the report of a blast, in jumping caused the fore part of the Governor’s head to strike with great force against the roof of the tunnel, cuttiag a long, deep gash. He was immediately conveyed to his residence, whereupon erysipelas set in, and be is now lying in a very critical condi Jon. Mrs. Shepherd and a prominent physician were sent for, and they are now on their way from Washington City to the mines.
